Everyone thinks Pihaoguai is deeply in love with the eldest daughter of the Xiao family. In truth, only he knows that what he likes is the mosquitoes at her house.
In the eyes of Pihaoguai, whose tastes are strange, mosquitoes are captivating: in the night, their slender wings are light and graceful. Every beat of their wings paints an invisible poem in the air, leaving him entranced.
The mosquitoes' flight is agile and nimble, like dancers twirling through the night sky, and he cannot help but marvel at them.
Their buzzing is faint, yet full of rhythm. It is the night's whisper, telling endless secrets. Every time they draw near, they play a unique melody that lingers by his ears, never fading away.
Pihaoguai hopes the mosquitoes will soar freely through the boundless night sky and continue to adorn the quiet night with their beauty and grace.
